Six long weeks
roaming the dry crust
of a sun burnt wilderness
Nothing but rocks
and red dust
The hot desert wind
that flays the skin
now murmuring
with words broken
of souls lost and forsaken
Perhaps it’s far better
upon this alien terrain
I finally surrender
to the haunting trauma
I’ve tried in vain
to never remember?
Let them go
like the words of a poem
line after line
Let them blossom
or die on the vine
Generations generating
like fish in the ocean
There is a true magic
in all of creation
In the hectic chaotic
the synthetic
especially the genuine
Poetry in motion
extracting the ecstatic
in deepest appreciation
for the beauty sublime
of a glorious planet
This gem of creation
“If you tremble with indignation at
every injustice then you are a comrade
of mine.”~ Ernesto Che Guevara
At long last
I’ve seen the past
and much like the future
it was murder
Since the beginning
of forever
brother Cain came
with low blows
to impose
a new world order
I thank Christ
some had time to grasp
the hand at task
For chaos never stops
to count the cost
But I blame myself
for a world of mayhem
and uncivilised disorder
ever since the canonization
of my dearest friend
Ernesto Che Guevara
Earth to Mars
My husband
is again missing
deep in cyber space
He was last seen
orbiting Mars
whilst writing a poem
Does Elon Musk know
that my X Man
Captain Lex Icon
got there first?
Now I’ve lost all trace!
INFLAMED by abstractions DIVISIONS are FESTERING along tribal fault lines in the land of the Grand Old Proposition raising the Cain of entitlement versus obligation Upon the field of play the clashing of rights . . . and wrongs is deafening as malice is enticed with a free pardon Cowardice holds it's breath praying for one last roll of the dice now that Holy Conspiracy has become the new religion of an exiled generation
‘The Game Changer’
The nature of the game
Accumulating riches?
Chasing fleeting fame?
Crossing the line
after a steep climb
with a golden star ⭐
next to your name?
David Redpath 